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In the infinite ocean With white hands of salt And the red shoulders of the sun.
Between storms, companionship, tears and sacrifice we start from the old world. We created new routes made of lines and hooks.
We went and went back We have brought the quality that has become tradition: to eat well.
We were navigators, marauders, sailors and adventurers.
Discoverers of a land, A land that has always been: New land
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